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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Oh shit, you just reminded me...
Some chick at a bar the other night called me a metrosexual. I said "Excuse me?" She said, "You've perfectly matched the patterns in your shirt, tie and suit, and you must spend a lot of time on grroming, so you're a metrosexual." I immediately hailed the bartender and demanded a boilermaker, plate of nachos and asked him to put on a bowl game.
Much to my changrin there was no TV at the bar, the bar didn't serve nachos and the bartender said "No Grand Marnier?... You usually order one of those after dinner." I just hung my head in shame.
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Sebby, being a beer-swilling, cheez-sauce-scarfing, groin-scratching pig is nothing to aspire to.
God, men have it so easy. All you have to do is half-assedly match your shoes to your suit and you're miles above 90% of the competition out there.
